Most recently published stories in Poets.
my old love is bittersweet. brazen promises traded for lamp-glow warmth just bright enough to make out the stains on his shirt.
By Zoe Mac8 years ago in Poets
Colleen told me that when she was young she used to hate when people said "I love you a lot" why muddy I love you with a word
By Fiachra O'8 years ago in Poets
What is the price getting a reprieve from re-living? Getting it right. And so..it happened, again. I saw it coming and it made me laugh, even as the shadow passed over my face.
By David Power8 years ago in Poets
Mouth closed, palms wet My heart was pounding out of my chest “You’re so hot” I heard you say But not to me, not any day
By Bailey Correia8 years ago in Poets
Stop it, read it, clock it, Done deal with a rat's spiel, that's a new reel on your locket. Your locket, my lock-it. Done lost the key,
By Klyde Khalil Walker8 years ago in Poets
The thoughts in my mind are so hard to collect, they are coming so hard, they are coming so fast, like a train about to derail off the tracks.
By Jackie Sagastume8 years ago in Poets
I waited, reading the veteran's account from long ago, about not being there, as the dust from construction blew along 55th St., by The St. Regis, covering the bourgeois in their own poison.
And the secrets sure drove her mad But she carried them to her grave Even as they haunted her soul And ate at the corners of her peace
By Shivani Vani8 years ago in Poets
Silence is the ever wonder of the universe Many feel to fill it with white noise That they think they are different! But where is the difference in people?
By Lauren James8 years ago in Poets
Eyes open wide, he looks up at her face. Smiles for a second and the world stops and lets the mobile continue to spin. Wrapped in a cloth as soft as the last baby, this baby
Can you feel that? It's the melancholy pressure of the wind ripping apart your lungs, like the ruthlessness of my nails digging a grave within your skin,
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Poets
I'm still working, at jobs I’ve avoided, my whole life. I've howled at windows, and bayed at hens, in the indifferent moonlight.
